Page 87 of Hunted Obsession

She bites her bottom lip, her wide eyes find mine, and then she lets out a long exhale before she responds. “I’m sorry. I never intended?—”

Touching my mouth to hers, I effectively shut her up. “I know what you did and what you didn’t. I know you would never purposely make me look like a fool. But that is what happened, so no more secrets.”

“No more secrets,” she whispers.

That is fucking that. “Let’s get married tomorrow, sweetheart,” I mutter against her lips.

LUCILLE

SIX MONTHS LATER

Reaching for the headboard,my fingers curl around the wood as I push my ass backward. Theron’s fingers grip my hips as he thrusts; I can feel his hips press against my ass. My boobs sway with each thrust, and I tip my head backward, closing my eyes as he continues to pound inside of me.

Being married has not dulled our sex lives one ounce. In fact, I think it’s gotten better. Theron’s fist grasps my hair and tugs my head back a little farther. My back arches, and he slams into me, burying himself deep inside of my body.

So.

Good.

“Touch yourself, sweetheart,” he says, but it’s not a question; it is a demand.

And what a delicious demand it is. I do just that. Releasing one of my hands from the headboard, I slip it between my legs, and I begin to touch myself. It won’t take me long to get there. Once, twice, three times, and I come.

It rolls through me, slowly building until it is all I feel. A constant, seemingly never-ending orgasm that consumes my entire body. I wish it would continue forever. That I could stay just like this until I die.

Theron continues to move inside of me during my orgasm. I almost ask him to stop. The sensations are too much, too intense, but I don’t ever want this to end, no matter how it feels.

He stills inside of me when his own orgasm rocks throughout his body, and then he folds over my back, his lips touching the side of my neck. “Fuck,” he hisses. “I love the absolute shit out of you, Luce.”

“I love you, too, Theo. So damn much it aches.”

He chuckles, his warm breath sliding against my ear. “I think you ache from my cock, sweetheart, not from love.”

“Po-tay-to, pot-tah-to,” I murmur.

He nips the edge of my ear and, unfortunately, slips from my body and lies on his back. Releasing my grip on the headboard, I shakily shift so that I can lie down beside him. He gathers me in his arms and tugs me against his side.

Looking up at him, I hold my breath for a moment, taking in just how absolutely gorgeous he is. There is something about Theron having just come that makes him look stunning, or maybe it’s because I’ve just come, and he was inside of me. I’m not sure I care as long as I continue having orgasms from him.

“I have to go out of town next week,” he announces.

I push up slightly, my palm pressing against his chest as I straighten my arm and look down at him. My gaze searches his, unsure that he’s just said that. We’ve been working somewhat together, and this is the first I’ve heard of him leaving.

“What do you mean you’re going out of town?” I snap.

His lips twitch into a smirk. One of his hands slides up my back before his fingers tangle in the strands of my hair. Gently, he tugs my head down, and my mouth touches his. His tongue slides across my bottom lip.

I lift my head, and he releases his grip on my hair. Shifting backward slightly, I keep my gaze connected to his as I wait for whatever his explanation is.

“Merrick needs me in New York,” he murmurs. “It’s about Colette.”

Oh, Colette. Merricks estranged wife, Colette, whose father is a mobster and forced their hand in marriage. That Colette. I only met her at my wedding, but she seemed nice enough. Extremely shy and quiet, but nice enough.

She definitely is not going to put a hit out on herself or sell herself to keep her man. “Are you going to tell me what it is?” I ask.

Theron shakes his head before he cups my cheek and glides his thumb across my bottom lip. I can’t take my eyes off his. Just a few months ago, I was watching him from afar, stalking him, wishing I were right here again.

I will fight to stay where I am. Never again will I let him walk away from me. There is nothing he can say or do to get rid of me. He bought me, and he is keeping me—forever, especially now that I’m having his baby.

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